A row of sleepers, with rails on them, stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, the only visible man-made thing in this desolate wilderness.
The mountains in the distance were covered with snow, and the wilderness was covered with tenacious green grass. The man stopped. He had been walking along the railway track for a long time, as if he was looking for something.
In the monotonous world, a bright color caught the man's attention. He lowered his body and observed the small flowers growing under the sleepers.
In this cruel and extreme natural environment, few plants can survive. This little flower gave the man a full sense of surprise. He gently stroked the petals, and the man's gloomy mood for a while suddenly felt a little bit happy.
"so good……"
The man sighed, he liked the beauty in this desperate situation.
Waves of cold breeze blew by, hitting his body like cold sharp needles pricking his skin. The man gasped, white mist surrounding his mouth.
Slight vibrations came from all around, the rails trembled slightly, and nearby gravel began to roll down and collide with each other.
The man slowly stood upright and looked towards the end of the railway track. The erupting steam was like a trailing flag, rising from the end of the horizon, and then the cold and solid locomotive crawled into view little by little amid the constant rumbling.
Looking at it intuitively, it was a very ordinary train. If there was any difference, as the train approached, the man could vaguely hear the strings and cheers floating in the air.
It was as if the train was carrying an orchestra. They played music day and night. Men and women dressed in formal wear danced in the narrow carriage. They hugged, kissed, talked and laughed, feeling the bliss of life and smiling.
Just thinking about it, men can feel the colorful emotions, as strong as fire.
That is such a beautiful thing, but it is a deadly poison for men.
In order to maintain inner peace, for so many years, the man has been resisting anything that might cause him to have mood swings.
Whether it is the hatred that makes people angry or the joy of sighing the beauty of the world, he does not want to experience it again. If possible, the man hopes that he can lose all emotions in order to achieve absolute peace.
Unfortunately, a man can't do it. No matter how many changes he makes, he still can't distort his essence, the essence of the human being he once was. For this reason, he has flaws in his heart, and those flaws constantly touch his emotions.
In order to control his emotions, the man chose to hide from the world, hide in that dark bar, cut off all connections with the world, and become completely independent from the world.
This is somewhat similar to Palmer, but the man is obviously more extreme. As long as there is nothing he cares about, he will not be disturbed by anything.
But there are always some things that he cannot cut off by himself, so the man left the shelter where he had been sinking for a long time and came here.
The conductor seemed to notice the man's presence. The rumbling train slowly stopped not far in front of the man. The strings and cheers became clearer, and the man could even hear the faint moan.
Voice.
Suddenly, a familiar, hateful laughter came to my ears.
That woman.
Sai Zong took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions, hoping not to be disturbed by the other party.
"Your clothes are still so bad."
The woman's voice rang directly from his mind. Looking around, Sai Zong was the only one.
He was silent and tore the ridiculous dog costume to pieces, leaving only a dark costume. The darkness was so profound that Sai Zong was like a black silhouette appearing out of thin air.
Sai Zong paid one last attention to the little flower, and then moved along the train. The door opened with a sound, and there was an unknown and turbid darkness behind the door.
In the darkness, the sounds of joy and joy became clearer, as if through this darkness, Sai Zong could join the never-ending banquet.
Sai Zong did not like banquets hosted by women, and he preferred to describe this event as a sacrifice rather than a banquet.
Use your own strong emotions as a sacrifice to win the favor of women.
Yes, she is such a woman.
A greedy tyrant only cares about the value of things. Even if it is worthless in the eyes of others, as long as the tyrant feels that it is valuable, then the tyrant is willing to pay the price.
The hungry Scarlet Mistress will do whatever it takes to devour anything she can in order to feel full. Whether it is living or dead, as long as it has a soul, it will be her food.
The lazy bystander is the most ridiculous among them. Compared with Sai Zong, the onlooker is the guy who is truly independent from the world. What he longs for is the poetic chapter, like a madman who is addicted to the story. He would rather
Eternal life trapped in an infinite library.
As for this woman...
Sai Zong passed through the darkness, and what he saw was not a narrow carriage, but a golden hall. The air was filled with the smell of wine and incense. Men and women wearing masks and dresses were dancing on the marble floor.
Dance.
A woman escaped from the spinning dance. She walked briskly around Sai Zong, stretched out her white palms, and invited Sai Zong.
Sai Zong did not react. Even though he was the chosen one, he was still full of vigilance when facing this woman.
Unlike those tough and powerful enemies, who at most will bring you physical pain, this woman will play with your mind, search for the most vulnerable corner of your heart, and deliver a fatal blow.
Sai Zong hates this woman, many people hate this woman, but Sai Zong likes this woman, everyone likes this woman.
"Long time no see, Sai Zong."
The woman retracted her hand and put her hands behind her back. The mask only covered the upper half of her face, and the exposed corners of her mouth raised a charming smile.
Sai Zong nodded indifferently, ignoring the woman's charming voice.
"You have been hiding for so many years and suddenly appear in front of me. What do you want to do?"
The woman stepped back and rejoined the dance, and then another woman appeared from behind Sai Zong, put her hands on Sai Zong's shoulders from behind, stuck her head out, and whispered in Sai Zong's ear.
Sezon said, "I want to know where you stand."
"Where do I stand?"
The woman chuckled, "Are you preparing for a new round of disputes?"
"You and I both know that the dispute has never ended."
Sai Zong said coldly that he hated the woman's bad character and it was always difficult to chat with her.
"So...what does my position have to do with you?"
The woman asked back, "The long fighting of the Scorched Earth Wrath has made you tired, hasn't it? Otherwise, you wouldn't hide in the Undead Club, along with the person behind you."
"Both you and him are tired of this and only long for inner peace. In this case, why don't you withdraw from this dispute like that person?"
"Withdrawing from the dispute?" Sai Zong laughed hoarsely, "Do you think it is really possible for us to withdraw?"
"At least it's possible to withdraw on the surface, right? Just like that person, hiding deep in the Bureau of Order, giving all his power to those who condense."
Sharp nails pressed against Sai Zong's chest, and the woman drew circles on Sai Zong's chest, "Speaking of which, I really have to thank King Solomon. He used up all your chips, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take advantage of it now.
"
The Fall of the Holy City was the end of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth and the climax of the dispute between the devils. On that crazy battlefield, the bystanders' chips were exhausted and they lost the ability to continue competing. Sai Zong was hit hard and chose to escape.
, to enjoy inner peace.
Due to the weakness of the two men, the woman was able to gradually gain the upper hand in the dispute. In previous disputes, her strength was at most comparable to that of the bystanders. As for Sai Zong, she was unable to resist.
Staring into Sai Zong's eyes, the woman could feel the suppressed and burning anger in the seemingly peaceful depths.
A greedy person will never be satisfied, a hungry person will never be full, and an angry person will never have peace.
"What's this, does the fisherman get a profit?"
The woman's laughter became more and more harsh, but the next second, her laughter stopped abruptly.
Many cracks appeared on the fair and smooth skin, and large amounts of blood overflowed from the chapped skin. In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of sharp blades were slashing at her body, cutting away the skin, bones, flesh, nerves... all of her body.
Every inch is crushed and chopped evenly.
A shrill laughter burst from her throat, and then the woman collapsed into a ball of sticky mud, which spread all over the ground.
Blood flowed quietly across the marble floor. Sai Zong looked away, not to look at this twisted scene. He moved his feet, and blood flowed from Sai Zong's side.
"How irritable."
The sound came from the dancing crowd. The woman pushed aside the man beside her and walked towards Sai Zong with a smile.
As the woman took steps, another will gradually took over the entire body, until the eyes under the mask ignited with fire-like opal color.
